1 and 2 and 3 and 4
This my rap song
1-2-3-4
I get really sick and tired of boys up in my face
I reach out when I have a confession
I reach out in desperation
I reach out when no one is listening
So I could looking for the next best thing
Happiness straight from the bottle
[Juvenile]
Get out the way now, hey.. get out the way now..
Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. ahh, ahh
Get out the way now, the headbusters on the way now.. mmm
Get out the way.. get out the way now..
We meet and the angels sing
The angels sing the sweetest song I ever heard
We speak and the angels sing
Or am I reading music into every word
Suddenly the setting is strange
I can see water and moonlight beaming
Because Elvis gave 'em cars
You think I'm cheap
And you're hard done by
Look-you live here like a star
Rent free suite
Big blue pool that you sun by
Well, you can dig me up a grave
And try and stick me in the ground
Well, you can tie me to the bed
And try and beat me half to death
But you can never keep me down
Well, you can stick me in a hole
Magic mirror come and search my heart
Can you tell me what you see
There's a thousand voices whispering
Songs and you're the melody
So I imagine my heart with you
The fullness of Your grace is here with me
The richness of Your beauty’s all I see
The brightness of Your glory has arrived
In Your presence God, I’m completely satisfied
For You I sing I dance
Should I have a taste of this
start and croush your nails
And start all over again
Could this all just be a dream
If I should fall to stormy weather
This has got to die
This has got to stop
This has got to lie down
Someone else on top
You can keep me pinned